- I bumped into a friend at a club on the weekend. I said to him, “Where’s your wife?” He replied, “Don’t have one anymore.” And for some reason, I wasn’t shocked at all.
His would be the fifth divorce that I know of in my social circle. I think that’s quite a high number of divorces for an average person to know about, don’t you think? Luckily I never had to do the “my friends vs. your friends” bit because I’m always closer to just one person in each couple.
- If I meet the the right woman tomorrow and if I say to her,
I live with my parents, and the only things that I own are my computer, my car, a mobile phone and an Xbox 360.
And she replies, “I don’t care”, then I’m marrying her. Oh she must like Snoop the dog too, natch. I don’t think I’m that fussy right?
- Speaking of living with my parents, I think I’m ok with still living with them after I get married. Not that much a far out idea to fellow Asians, and maybe even the Greeks and Italians. And why I’m ok with it? Because it’s really really comfortable. Cooking and cleaning aside, it’s also nice to go back to a lively house after work.
I guess it also helps to have fairly liberal parents who respects my privacy and who don’t nag me about “sex in the house” anymore. And the house is big enough after the extension to afford everyone their little corner of personal space.
Now if the girl in #2 is also ok with this, then I’m set for life.